Ash And Ember Quotes & Sayings

Prostitution presents a moral, economic and social problem that cannot be resolved juridically. — Federica Montseny

Organized belief in spirituality - that's what a religion is. — Mario Cuomo

Maple. Maypole
Catch and carry.
Ash and Ember.
Elderberry.
Woolen. Woman.
Moon at night.
Willow. Window.
Candlelight.
Fallow farrow.
Ash and oak.
Bide and borrow.
Chimney smoke.
Barrel. Barley.
Stone and stave.
Wind and water.
Misbehave. — Patrick Rothfuss

Be what you are, all that you are. Wear yourself proudly. It will require that you draw a line, but that line in the sand is your courage. — Christy Hall

The small ember of warmth in Tarpa's soul that was struggling to become a fire was suddenly and painfully dashed out of existence by the joyful tears of the reunited couple, leaving only a tiny pile of soggy ash behind. — Brian Cramer

There is no sport in hate where all the rage Is on one side. — Percy Bysshe Shelley

When one dream burns to ash, you don't crumble beneath it. You get on your hands and knees, and you sift through those ashes until you find the very last ember, the very last spark. Then you breathe. You breathe. You fucking breathe. And you make a new fire. — Sarah Ockler

I write poetry to heal pieces of me
time as missed. — Kiana Davis

I soon found out you can't change the world. The best you can do is to learn to live with it. — Henry Miller

I don't take the movies seriously, and anyone who does is in for a headache. — Bette Davis

My arms wrapped about little Jala, little sister, hot with fever but the fire grew too hot, and so, in my arms, her flesh cooled to dawn-stone, mother keening - Jala was the ember now lifeless, and from that day, in mother's eyes, I became naught but its bed of ash. — Steven Erikson

are not to have, in any object of use or ornament, what would be a contradiction in fact. You don't walk upon flowers in fact; you cannot be allowed to walk upon flowers in carpets. You don't find that foreign birds and butterflies come and perch upon your crockery; you cannot be permitted to paint foreign birds and butterflies upon your crockery. You never meet with quadrupeds going up and down walls; you must not have quadrupeds represented upon walls. You must use,' said the gentleman, 'for all these purposes, combinations and modifications (in primary colours) of mathematical figures which are susceptible of proof and demonstration. This is the new discovery. This is fact. This is taste.' The — Charles Dickens

The irony of life
Is our greatest fear is to forget,
Yet it's the only certain fate
That anything has ever met.
We know one day our earth
Will find itself victim to time,
That nothing will be left
To tell of your story or mine,
And still through life we rush
Scrambling for something to remember,
Perish the thought that ash be ash
And not the memory of an ember. — Erin Hanson

A latent warmth flickers behind those golden, burning rings. The Cold struggles to squelch it, shrouding it with the frigid Night. It almost smothers it entirely.
Almost.
But I know it is still there. It is like the heat of an unassuming coal beneath a blanket of graying ash. It is hidden, but not extinguished.
I can feel it. I can feel its gentle breath against my skin, like distant sunlight during newborn spring.
I can hear it. I can hear it reaching to divide the curtains of shadow on his face, like the whispers of blossoms unfolding.
I can see it. I can see it behind his fiery eyes, flickering like a starlight-dappled pool, dancing in and out of view.
It is buried. Buried, but burning nonetheless. Buried but burning, like one last hope in my heart. One last Ember in the dark.
-The Penitent God — S.G. Night

And what if I'm the one who kills him?" "My heart is your heart," he said, "My hands are your hands. — Cassandra Clare

Chris pointed to himself. "This is my Not-Convinced face." "This is my Shut-Up face." "This is my Oh-My-God-Sky-Is-Getting-It-On-With-Josh-Mitchell face," Dylan said, looking comically scandalized. — Heather Demetrios